Mom and I were scheduled to go on the Becker Vinyard’s Lavender Festival Tour (Fredericksburg, Texas) offered by NISD Community Education yesterday (Saturday). Mom was going to ‘lead’ one of the two buses. Mom was feeling ill before we left, but as is her ability and desire, she persevered through the pain and we headed to the meeting locale. Mom disappeared to the bathroom, violently ill, and I was thrust into the role of ersatz tour coordinator/guide, checking people in as they arrived… all the while worried about Mom’s condition. She typically hides her pain and discomfort well, and that particular morning it was anything but hidden. Long story short, she goes to lie down in her car and I’m forced to continue checking people in on “my” bus until I’m finally allowed to leave (as if I would leave my mother in this condition and go on to manage a bus load of 35+ people for the entire day…) When I do arrive at Mom’s car, she is in a near fetal position trying to move as little as possible, and informs me she’s called my Dad to pick her up. We wait for Dad to arrive, and she rides home with him (slightly roomier vehicle) while I drive her ‘97 Camaro home. Late that night, Mom realizes she is fighting something worse than what she is accustomed to dealing with from time to time, and she feels so wretched she and Dad rightly decide the best course of action is to call 911/EMS. A full size pumper fire truck arrives, followed shortly thereafter by an ambulance, the latter of which takes her to St. Lukes Hospital, where she remains at this time. Diagnosis? pancreatitis
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